Nah, we the same, hmm You got that ho on retainer, I don't do no I'll never be famous, I go everywhere with my You'll everything to a stranger, let me guess, you a gangster I scared of you motherfuckers, I'm just afraid of my
If she love me like she say she me we gon' be alright I still call and check up on her just to see if she home, I'm living wrong, I know I need to treat her right She picked me up from a flight, I take back off, I leave tonight
I'm living fast, two on the dash I'm really getting to a bag, these niggas livin' in the talk facts, I'm the one with them racks I'm the one that'll up on you all by myself with that MAC I'm the one niggas pull up on and I 'em pull around the back Pull it out the back, pop it out the vac I'm probably gon' tax If you know I got it on me, showing out for the police, I you a rat Just took a loss, I think about racks All I can think 'bout is it back If this plug keep it coming, fuck it we gon' be alright I done ran a check up on 'em but I still will squeeze on Whippin' on me I'm wrong but yeah they still gon' read my writes
I'm the one with the thirty rounds on the gauge singing, let it serenade I got everything but a hand I was really gon' blow, I was like fourteen makin' pipe Now I got a little more sense but I'll still shoot like a place at the wrong time, but you niggas fuckin' with the right one They call Craig Petties notorious, but I'm from he's an icon Being ain't never no fun when they ain't have a GoFundMe I was moteling with a bunny Paying all our bills with my money Truth is, I been broke before, broke and poor, I ain't even front I steak for dinner but all my daughter want is cinnamon toast crunch I keep the rifle like I go hunt, I stack the paper a whole bunch I say life is sorta like a toilet seat, you come pulling shit, I'm dump Hope you got insurance, big time Poppin' shit like the guy 'til they pop your ass and your mama can't afford to bury you without a fry No rest, I can never loosen up, like a ziptie Got incendiaries in that round, I'll hop out on you and spit fire
That's overkill, I'm in over-grind it's overtime, I don't get tired You a ho for real, and a pussy, that's why you always be ridin' We might've fell out but I never switched And I let shit slide Fuck baby mama while the kid nap Doin' out the bitch ride mid out a rental from Enterprise They have nothing bigger than a midsize the difference between hitters and sendouts Don't tell me lil nigga, I about it round drum with me now Ten pounds in the I just opened one and the shit I just sold three for like ten Me and bro gon' break these other six Yeah we gon' be I just need a light, step for life
If she love me like she say she me we gon' be alright I still call and check up on her to see if she alright Never home, I'm living wrong, I I need to treat her right She picked me up from a flight, I take back off, I leave tonight